By Jon Dolan February 17, 1999

Bury the ax, brothers. The last 15 years of guitar rock--from the revolutionary grrrl-stylings of Sleater-Kinney to the oceanic rumble of My Bloody Valentine--have sounded a funeral knell for a classic-rock hegemony I will refer to here as The Cult of Balls. "Balls," you may remember, were those talismans of power our right-thinking elder siblings dangled before us every... More >>>